Even the hope which had brightened this prospect to Lucia's eyes, looked very dim, now that the time for proving it was at hand; and of all others, the person who occupied her tenderest if not her most frequent thoughts was the one who best deserved that she should think of him--Maurice Leigh.
Two days of their voyage passed without events.

They began to feel accustomed to their ship-life, and to make some little acquaintance with other passengers.

In spite of the cold, Lucia spent a good many hours on deck.

She used to go with Mrs.Costello every morning for a few quick turns up and down, and then, when her mother was tired, she would wrap herself up in the warmest cloaks and shawls that she could find, and take her seat in a quiet corner, where she could lose sight of all that went on about her and, with her face turned towards Canada, see nothing but the boundless sea and sky.

On the third day she was sitting in this manner.